by Audrey M Scott

I look to the outer of everywhere,
as in an empty mirror.
You are not there.

I ask the wind has it seen you.
In rustling it leads me on,
but keeps its secret.

pausing for a moment,
I turn back to my other

thinking how I miss
the words of you …

in them is your reflection.


Posted on 02/27/2002
Copyright © 2023 Audrey M Scott

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